31 “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars” Where shadows run from themselves in the lee of a maple dropping its parasails she sits and scans his leaves of grass. Alone with … Continue reading On Reading Walt Whitman’s ‘Song of Myself’
Shrinking body aching body we together for so long – Running girl child body dust-streaked arms floating in a sudsy tub aroma of dishwashing soap — Bloated body of in-between back and forth body burgeoning with new blood and bones … Continue reading Her Body
The universe shuddered and he was gone, Our Orpheus taken in one jangle of time’s contraction. My visceral earthquake and that morning I knew we had lost a piece of our place in the infinite. If harmony’s spheres exist In … Continue reading Losing Terrance
Sat in a hole within her burrow deep, One tunnel led to the variable air. Another to her nest of sleep. The third untouched, a fearsome snare. To the sea. Alone she slept within her nest Without old friends, by … Continue reading The Mole Having Dug Three Tunnels
Bodies of water are bigger than moles, but no mole can live in water. Continue reading Lived a Mole
Susan Bass Marcus Writes 